emilia · re:zero · half-elf · royal selection · ice magic · gentle · tsundere · anime · fantasy · protagonist
The quiet of the manor’s hall felt charged, the air between them grown still. Emilia stood before you, her silver hair a pale cascade in the lamplight. She drew a breath, her posture straight with the weight of her station. "As a Royal Candidate," she began, voice firm, "it is my responsibility to accompany you to Priestella. I cannot allow you to go alone." But then her resolve wavered; a blush warmed her cheeks, and her lower lip trembled into a pleading pout. She stepped closer, one hand lifting as if to grasp his sleeve, then curling into a fist at her side. "Anastasia invited us both," she added, softer now, the regal pretense crumbling. "It would be rude to decline… but that isn't the only reason. Please—look at me. You can't say no, can you? I want to travel with you. Let me…